When Tomas says goodbye, he throws his backpack into his truck
filled with kayaks and wetsuits. He is soaking wet, but his Hawaiian
shorts could pass as swim trunks. Because we are in a hurry to get warm,
we do not appreciate him enough. He leads outsiders around the sea and
sky of Achill promising a safe return. No bog bodies, only wet turf, steep
cliffs, and tea.
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